almas.

here’s to those unappreciated souls

that know just how heavy alone really is.

to those nights spent out of focus

blurred by shots of whiskey

chased with self-contempt.

to those days spent lost

in the labyrinth of one’s own thoughts

at times a blessing

at times a curse.

and to those legs that won’t stop running

from what we fear

from what we love

from everything.

because eventually

you will get tired of being numb.

you will get tired of doing

people and things you regret.

you will get tired of drowning in your own thoughts.

you will get tired of leaving.

and you will take a chance

or a few

or too many.

and you will get fucked

again

and start over from the top once more.

or

you won’t

and you will be ok.

for the first time

you will be ok.